History of Magic Lesson 3
 

Truebridge had carefully placed all of the astronomy gear to one side and cleared the tower for his class. There were cushions of all shapes and sizes arranged in piles everywhere and an area cleared near the front where Truebridge was standing.

He appeared to be waiting for more than just students.



ooc: Class will start slowly, but feel free to come and post your character in.

Chris walked up to the Astronomy Tower after he realized that's where today's History of Magic class would take place. He walked in and saw all of the Astronomy stuff pushed aside, 'Well I guess we aren't looking at the skies?' he thought. He walked over to a cushion in the middle of the room and sat down with his bag in his lap, waiting for other students to show up.

"Good day Professor Truebridge, how are you?" He asked the Professor politely.

Thomas entered the tower but not for Astronamy but for History of Magic. He found a seat and said to the Professor, "Hello Professor." Thomas sat down on the chair and got ready for the lesson.

Tense and tired, Daphne Hopton heaved her school bag over her shoulder as she entered the classroom. Taking in Professor Truebridge's stance with hazel eyes didn't make her feel alone with her feelings. Her Prefect had arrived and Miss Hopton observed him out of the corner of her eyes, choosing a particulary thick cushion away from him.

Seperation of the sexes, please.

She had enough of boys for the time being. "Good day, Professor," she remarked politely but clearly not feeling any of it.

Good day? What was so good about it?

George - Not Caroline People. Note the Turquoise Font.
 

She was here under PROTEST!

PROTEST!

She did NOT WANT to be here. DID NOT WANT to teach children ANYTHING! DID NOT even LIKE children. THIS was possibly a cornerstone of her friendship with Bunny.

The only reason George-Do-NOT-DARE-Call-Me-Georgia Mayes was there, was because she was summoned. THE AUDACITY! And her boss was making her go.

Making very sure to not wear foot wear she could throw this time, George donned Gucci boots (actually, she went for the whole Gucci ensemble – she intended to drop in on Bunny, if she could) and walked, no, strutted into the classroom now, for reasons unknown in the Astronomy Tower, glaring at the person that was responsible for her being there.

It didn’t help that she hated him viciously to begin with.

"As well as can be expected." Glad that he wasn't on the fifth floor anyhow.

"Hello Thomas." Ethan answered.


"Hello Daphne." Truebridge was oblivious to the young Gryffindor's demeanour.

He almost managed a smile in response to Vanessa's greeting, the diminuitive Hufflepuff was one of his best students and maybe sort of reminded him of a somewhat kinder and sweeter and younger version of Annie and he'd miss her when she graduated. "Hello Vanessa, well enough, well enough."

"Evolette." Ethan nodded at the Slytherin girl.

Yep. Oblivious to that one too.

"You need to build up your climbing stamina." Ethan observed.

"Make yourselves comfortable, we will have a number of guests for this class, including a ministry representative..."


Ethan Truebridge went pale.

The shoe thrower?

Perhaps he should have found that out? But then...

"Ah... Georgia... George." He corrected himself, quickly, "Thank you for being so kind as to agree to talk to my students."



Theywereallgoingtodie.

"We'll wait for a few more students to arrive..."

What were a few more deaths, really?
"Hello William." Ethan greeted, not taking his eyes off of Georgia Mayes for a minute.

"Ya think?" Jake wheezed, massaging his chest and making himself comfortable. What was wrong with him? Everything was starting to get so much harder, now he couldn't touch sugar without being zapped, seeing as his energy was too lowwwww. "I just, wasn't expecting to go down and come back up so soon... that's all."

WOAH! SCAREH LADEH IN DA ROOOOOM!

"Meep."

Chris nodded as Professor Truebridge agnolaged his greeting.

Chris watched curiously as a nicely dressed woman walked into the classroom and stood up by Professor Truebridge. From they way he looked at her, Chris knew that they had some kind of history.

As she was sat on the cushion, she dropped her bag onto the floor next to her, carefully so that none of her posession's dropped out, before looking back up at Professor Truebridge as he spoke. "That is very good Professor." She nodded politely, smiling at the woman who had walked in. So there were going to be guests this lesson. Interesting.

The blond tried to hide the smirk invading her lips to no avail. Even if she didn't know what House he belonged in, it was pretty obvious he was a Hufflepuff. No stamina at all. Not to mention scrawny legs.

Sighing, she observed the guest through her lashes. Four years of going up and down flights of stairs repeatedly throughout the day did a girl good.

Anna pushed open to the door to the new History of Magic classroom and walked inside. This class could be, quite possibly, her last of History of Magic lesson ever, which was partly a good thing and partly a bad thing. She was ready to graduate, but at the same time, leaving Hogwarts behind was going to take some getting used to. "Hey, Professor Truebridge," she said, flashing him a thumbs up sign and a smile instead of a wave. "Hope you're having a cool day." She passed him up and headed towards an empty seat, noticing as she sat down that there was an unfamiliar adult visiting them in class today. She eyed the woman for a moment, trying to place her, then tossed her bookbag to the ground. She assumed she'd found out her identity soon anyway.

Hehehehhehe. Cute. Cute. Professor.

Hmmmm. Evolette walked over to where the Head Girl was standing, giving the shorter girl a mock salute before sticking out her tongue. She wondered, if Anna had gotten around to her kisses at ALL yet. She knew about Plymouth, but, what about the others?

On second thought.... she didn't want to know. If Anna kissed Dom, like it looked like she was going to, back at Madame Puddifoot's, then she would have to tell Willow. By friend obligation.

And she did NOT want to be the bearer of bad news, especially to Bone Crusher Kovac.

Lucy walked up to the Astronomy tower and looked around. So this was going to be their new History of Magic classroom. Seemed like all the teachers had to pair up to either share an office, classroom, or a place to stay because of the stupid flooding. Lucy could have sworn she had heard these loud screeching when she was making her way to the shoots.

Lucy walked over to one of the cushions and sat down, making herself comfortable. "Hello Professor Truebridge." She said smiling towards the professor. She looked over as lady stood near by. She looked familiar.

La La La La La La. The sixth year was in her own little world, looking at her nails and twirling her hair around her finger, generally being amazed by how perfect it was, when a nudge to her side caused her to jump. Looking up, her blue eyes landed on Willow and she smiled. "Oh HI!" she said, not knowing how she had not heard the girl come up to her in the first place.

And then Jack walked past her.

BWAHAHAHA. He looked TERRIFIED. As if she were going to attack him with more kisses in class. Especially Professor Cutie's class. No thank you Jack Fritzera. You will have to wait your turn now. Evolette caught his eye, and winked, giving him a small wave as a smirk appeared on her lips. Gosh, boys were so fun.

Sneer.

Oh did he think she AGREED?

"Let's get ONE thing straight Truebridge: I'm not here because I want to be. My boss seems to think it's good for the Ministry if I smile at the kiddies," she hissed. "I disagreed most vehemently, seeing as I don't actually know how to smile. And if I did, I don't think I would be capable within a hundred yards of you. But I was overruled, and now here I am. Congratulations."

And the only reason she hadn't tried to feed him his own entrails is because Gavin... and now Bunny too it seemed, would be VERY upset if she killed their friend.

It wouldn't look all that fantastic on her record either if she did so in front of a bunch of impressionable young students either. Most of which looked rather... taken aback by her presence.

Actually, that kind of amused her.

POOOOOOP!

A green vomit colored elf stood in the center of the room, his frown dominating his face. His skinny arms were crossed over his chest. Algamus was annoyed. He was angry! How DARE this person call him when Algie only cared for was his kitchen and obeying orders from the Headmaster (even though he preferred the Headmistress Rae.)

"Stinky, stinky kids! What is I wantings with kids?! Kids is no knowing anythings! But Algamus must be listenings to professor, because professores is workings for Headmasterer and Headmasterer is Algamus's master. Stinky kids. Stinky man." The elf muttered under his breath. Though everyone could hear what he was saying.

"What is yous wantings from me, professores?"

History of Magic was in the Astronomy Tower, right?

Reese peeked her head inside the room to make sure this was the place class was being held in. Yep, it was. She walked into the classroom and looked at all the cushions that were on the ground. Which one to chose? "Good day Professor," she said with a smile as she sat down on one of the cushions near the front of the class.